North Carolina, that is… Another interesting excursion we took – this one in 2015. We drove the old car, and had a good time seeing an area of the country which neither of us had ever explored. And got to check out a couple of semi-formed waterspouts over the Atlantic. Enjoy!

For a few days, some antique car owners of various marques descended upon the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  (Just as Tropical Storm Ana was – thankfully – leaving.)

Monday night we were at dinner in an oceanfront restaurant, and I looked out to sea – there was what appeared to be two rotating white pouches hanging down from the dark offshore cloud deck.  I believed it was the formation of twin waterspouts (later confirmed from others) and ran outside to try for a picture.  The waterspouts never formed trademark “full funnels”, but there was spray on the ocean surface beneath them for a short time, leading me to believe the circulation was just too weak to develop further.  They paralleled the coast for a short while, and then disappeared. This is the best picture I was able to take of them…not long before they vanished.

Waterspouts over the Atlantic

And we were even treated to a pretty rainbow – after the storms passed!

Too bad it wasn’t a half circle rainbow!

For those who aren’t familiar with the Outer Banks (or OBX as the locals – and the bumper stickers – say), they are a very narrow strip of sand (under a mile wide and maybe in places as much as 12 ft above sea level). Called barrier islands, just off the NC coast, some are accessible by bridge or causeway, and others by ferry.  We traveled to a few, but by no means all, of the islands, and had a fabulous time.

Our little jaunt was actually fairly tame as far as “miss-identifications” were concerned.  There were some, to be sure.  Most of the time at restaurants, no gendered forms of address were used for us. Instead, we heard “y’all.” “folks,” and “guys”, but we were almost always asked if we wanted one, or two separate, checks.  Hmmm, very curious.  

Then, when they finally gave the check to us, it was always placed midway between us, like they typically do for ladies dining together.  Only one time did I actually hear “Sir,” and that check was given directly to me.  Their confusion might have been because my presentation (as you can see below), was less feminine than I prefer,  but still not clearly male.  Fortunately, my wife was fairly comfortable with how I looked.  And, she was not always by my side for the true “miss-identifications.”  Only for the men holding doors for us – “go ahead, ladies” and the like.  Which she seemed to take in stride.

Unless the folks we were touring with, were paying close attention to the fine details of my daily presentation, I doubt anyone noticed anything out of the ordinary.  At least, nothing was said.  (Either timely, or later on…)

Early in the excursion, we made a stop at the Chicamacomico Life Saving Station in Rodanthe, NC.  Per Wikipedia, Chicamacomico was an active US Coast Guard facility from 1915 until 1954. After its decommissioning the facility was transformed into a museum.  

Chicamacomico Lifesaving Station, Outer Banks
Anyone care to guess what the gold dome covers?

The CLSS is perhaps best remembered for the 1918 rescue of the British tanker Mirlo. Forty-two crew members of the Mirlo were saved by station personnel. Numerous accolades and awards were bestowed upon the 6 life-savers including gold medals in their honor presented by King George V of the United Kingdom  and the Grand Cross of the American Cross of Honor. To date only eleven Grand Cross of the American Cross of Honor awards have been bestowed in the history of the United States with six being bestowed upon the members of the CLSS.

Wonder what the gold dome in the center of the picture, between the big building and the outdoor kitchen, is?  If you guessed the septic tank, you’d be wrong! But if you guessed a cistern, you’d be right.  The roof gutters connect to it, to store rainwater for future use.  Remember, back in the day,  town utilities were not common…nor were towns…especially out in the hinterlands like the Outer Banks.

Inside view
Some of the lifesaving equipment

Below is a pic taken on the ferry boat to Ocracoke Island.  You’ll notice that I’m not smiling at all.  Before you ask, yes, there’s a reason… mainly because I don’t feel comfortable on boats of any size.  Knowing how many boats (particularly ferries, but do remember the Titanic, Andrea Doria and Costa Concordia as well) have sunk, worldwide.  And. being almost out of sight of land in choppy post-tropical-storm seas mid-voyage, did absolutely nothing to ease my anxiety.  Fortunately, neither this ferry, nor the one we rode back to Hatteras, sank – thus, I’m still around to talk about my experiences.  And,  having survived two more voyages,  I can do my own version of the “happy dance”!  (Just don’t expect to meet me on any cruises!)

At least I was wearing my typical touring outfit…but with my 2″ heeled clogs instead of strappy sandals.  They collect less sand and are easier to remove sand from.  Just ignore the glare from my un-tanned “winter legs.”  Maybe some day temperatures will be conducive to wearing shorts more of the time…

On the car ferry Lupton, enroute from Hatteras to Ocracoke.

Enroute to Ocracoke, my GPS showed the icon moving across the water at 12 mph!   Follow Route 12 any way you can!

What’s that white stuff we see in the following picture?  It looks and acts like snow, but it really was sand.  Pictures can’t accurately show the fine streams of sand blowing over the top edge of the dune.  Sand blows around so much that the state has to use front end loaders and road graders to rearrange it.  Must be a boring job, going from place to place, scraping the same stretches of road and shoulders, time and again.

Snow? Nope…blowing sand.

The grasses they planted to stabilize the dunes haven’t started to do their job yet… And even later on, I’m still trying to wash the sand off my car…with all the nooks and crannies, “it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere!”

Following are some lighthouse pictures…my wife and I both enjoy visiting them.  I’ve climbed a few “back in the day” (Cape May, Aquinnah (Gay Head Light), Concord Point, and so on), so I’m not completely opposed to it.  The views are always spectacular, and occasionally I have gotten right up next to the lamp itself, usually off limits.  But my wife’s view of climbing is, well, “not so much.”  And, the older we get, the less appealing we both find the thought of climbing 248 steps (more or less) up, and then back down again, in claustrophobic quarters.  It’s simply lost its appeal…seems too much like unnecessary work.  One of these days, I’ll do it “one last time, just for the memories”.  

But not now…

This (Currituck light, north of Duck) is a  fine example of one of the very few brick lighthouses.  And the place was extremely crowded when we were there.  It took a while to arrange this relatively human-free snapshot.

Currituck Light, near Duck.

Paved road ends at the northern border of NC, as in  “way north of Duck.”  We’re told that parts of Route 12 were first paved as recently as 1985 north of Duck (don’t you just love that name?), remaining unpaved in Virginia.  If you have a 4wd vehicle (which we obviously didn’t), you can continue north into Virginia, where Route 12 actually moves out onto the beach.  We’re told there are even speed limit and route signs out there on the sand!

Cape Hatteras Light

There were some other interesting things to see…such as the rows of expensive beach houses between Route 12 (the only access road) and the Atlantic. (See below:)

You can bet these aren’t cheap…hope they’re well insured.

Also the bridge between two of the islands:

The bridge…

Also the Hatteras Visitor Center and Weather Station:

Hatteras NC.

Another little beachfront house:

Another “cheap little beach house…” Hope it’s well insured!

Duck, NC (where the Weather Channel often stations reporters during hurricane events):

Duck, NC – pretty little town.
The gorgeous beach at Duck.

And as if to end a very fine trip on a high note, at sunset the last night, Mother Nature provided a spectacular color show, seen right outside our hotel room balcony…we watched in awe for a few minutes, enjoying the ever changing colors.

The end!

That’s all for now…


4 thoughts on “Duck!!!!

  1. Thanks for another great travelogue about a very nice part of the country. We have been to several lighthouses and the view is often wonderful.
    We like anything to do with beaches. There is something that is life affirming about the sun, the salt and the sand.


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